tiny mushrooms

he hated yellow skittles.

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tiny came back to the park the next week. this time he had a pack of skittles with him.

i was sitting on the swings; i would've been actually moving on it but i got dizzy and i stopped for a few minutes.

"mushroom! mushroom!"

tiny called after me, prompting me to finally look up after staring at my knees for so long.

"hello there!"

"do you like yellow skittles?" he asked.

"yes, they're my favorite flavor."

"okay, thank god," he sighed in relief, "i hate the yellow ones...do you want them?"

"heck yeah!!!"

he handed me the pack of skittles with careful hands as i grabbed them from him with eager ones.

i put my hand inside the pack and pulled one out, but instead it was an orange skittle.

"i found an orange skittle, tiny," i opened his clenched hand, putting the orange skittle in his palm.

"yum! i love orange!" he laughed.

i liked his laugh. it was cute.